"Why elves? You'd be surprised how often we're asked this question!" Actually, after looking at pictures of Elvendrums, you won't be surprised about any blunt inquiry these pointy-eared, poofy-sleeved ye olde assclowns might face. Elvendrums launches into an explanation that ranges from Santa Claus to Snow White, from Keebler to cobblers. "As elves, we identify with the elves of lore," they write. But whereas the elves of lore brought people gifts, fixed their shoes, and baked butter cookies with fudge creme filling, thus winning the hearts of common folk, Elvendrums performs the far less charming task of combining fruity Celtic music with obnoxious tribal rhythms.
At this site, you can test your crap tolerance by streaming albums with names like Gateway to Faerie, gape at people who obviously looked goofy even before they started wearing Latex appendages, and scan the group's schedule for avoidance purposes (though because Elvendrums exclusively plays Renaissance Faires and "World of Fairy" festivals, it's pretty much impossible for any undeserving victims to be ambushed by their percussive barrage).
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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